Emile M. Cioran
Emile M. Cioran
NationalityRomanian
ProfessionPhilosopher
Date of Birth8 April 1911
CountryRomania
men order together
A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society
men needs appetite
Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.
men long soul
It has been a long time since philosophers have read men's souls. It is not their task, we are told. Perhaps. But we must not be surprised if they no longer matter much to us.
country men self
A self-respecting man is a man without a country. A fatherland is birdlime...
exercise men duration
Tragic paradox of freedom: the mediocre men who alone make its exercise possible cannot guarantee its duration.
memories believe men
Those who believe in their truth -- the only ones whose imprint is retained by the memory of men -- leave the earth behind them strewn with corpses. Religions number in their ledgers more murders than the bloodiest tyrannies account for, and those whom humanity has called divine far surpass the most conscientious murderers in their thirst for slaughter.
men robots defects
Man is a robot with defects.
sleep men evil
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
hate men animal
Afflicted with existence, each man endures like an animal the consequences which proceed from it. Thus, in a world where everything is detestable, hatred becomes huger than the world and, having transcended its object, cancels itself out.
men ideas grudge
The history of ideas is the history of the grudges of solitary men.
prayer men civilized
I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.
men tasks solitary
The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.
time men doe
What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?
men saint fascination
If a man has not, by the time he is thirty, yielded to the fascination of every form of extremism—I don't know whether he is to be admired or scorned, regarded as a saint or a corpse.